from the premiere: will after telling us to calm down: "you guys could all use a smoke" near the end of it: me: "are you gonna delete the chatbox after the livestream?" will: "oh fuck yeah" sorry guys
I only got to be apart of the premiere for a few minutes and I joined when Will went quiet for a while. what happened? were people arguing in the chat or being really creepy towards Will?
@@Aurora_Woods yeah idk if will is ok with me saying this publicly or not but some guy asked "onlyfans when?" And will told him to stfu or something and then other people started joining in to jokingly say "yeah will lol onlyfans when?" And then if i remember correctly will said "someone is being creepy, i respond accordingly and now Its a joke. im done" and then he left for a few minutes. So yeah that was kinda a weird moment. Honestly, I hope nothings going on in his personal life cuz it seems like he's been getting angrier more often. If you see this we love you will ❤
@@falseprophet7912 damn. that sucks. I hope he's feeling better now! I have no idea how people can be so rude. especially to someone they're a fan of. :(
It's like each song is a different neighbor in this suburban neighborhood. Edit: I never expected to inspire people to create things, I feel so touched, I'm sure all your ideas for writings and drawings and stuff are all amazing!
im drawing these songs as people together in a suburban neighborhood. this comment has basically inspired me for new ocs. i only done 6 characters im so tired.......
Will Wood is strangely comforting. His weird screams that you can't differentiate from the saxophone, the fast-paced music that changes tempos and genres every song. The crippling depression and the comforting imagery scattered throughout the notes all comes out so perfect. It's all so strangely poetic but, from 2econd 2ight 2eer, he hates poetry.
Idk, he doesn’t always write from his own perspective, but he seems like someone who would find poetry pretentious. I’m a poet, and I take a ton of inspiration from his music, though
Will gives off controlled chaotic energy that is impossible to describe or replicate. Also i love how despite every song being a complete different genre, they are all connected in some way, by lyrics, rhythms, etc.
god, i can now finally understand why will said stuff like “this album is SO much better than EIAL & Self-ish” repeatedly before this dropped. the album seems like a perfect mixture of the two, incorporating the strongest elements from both albums into this one. yet, it also seems so different from the two. like it’s a whole new thing that’s never really been done before. it’s great, & whilst Self-ish is still my favorite album from WWATT, that’s only because i’ve listened to this one ONCE. this definitely has the potential to become WWATT’s strongest album & i wouldn’t be surprised if it eventually became my favorite as well
This is a very interesting album. Some songs sound so different from what we are used to, like "Well.. Better than the alternative" for example. But as you said, it actually sounds like a mixture of both previous albums. And FUCKING CHRIST IT'S JAM
in case anyone needs them, here are the timestamps!! 0:00 Suburbia Overture 6:16 2econd 2ight 2eer 9:42 Laplace's Angel 13:44 I/Me/Myself 18:36 ...well, better than the alternative 22:51 Outliars & Hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples 27:03 Black Box Warrior 31:58 Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave 37:17 Love, Me Normally 43:02 Memento Mori
me listening to i/me/myself for the first time: hm this certainly has a vibe.. dunno what it is but it has one me replaying it now after realizing im nb: *_oh thats the vibe_*
@@fryderyksadocha8044 facts idk what I was on (that albums great) but this is also a 10/10 I'm a massive will wood fan and he's one of my favorite artists oat!
I was so hyped for the album, and when it came out and I listened to it for the first time, I couldn't stop smiling, it really went past my expectations. This brings me so much joy uxnsvxisnxowncoshsnxow
Just a normal dude waiting for another normal dude to make a normal show about normal music off of a normal album called "The Normal Album" from a normal band, normally Nornal edit 1: To normally prove my normalness, during this normal livestream, I was normally making the normal design of this normal album cover normally on the nornal design maker on Animal Crossing: New (and normal) Horizons, normally.
Hey there, any new fans reading? I just want to say hi! I want to hope youre enjoying this music! Make sure to drink liquid, in the least, and take your socks off before cleaning them :)
I/Me/Myself I’ve been feeling lightheaded since I lost enough weight to fit back in my skin Flower petals and feathers tether me to the ground (pound for pound) Take my tea with formaldehyde for my feminine side since the day that I died While I whittle my bones until I’m brittle, am I pretty now? For some reason I find myself lost in what you think of me And too confused to choose who I should be And now you’ve got me thinking I wish I could be a girl, and that way you’d wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend Am I pretty enough to lie to? I wish I could be a girl, and that way you’d wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend Just little old me in a big, big world Little old me in a big world I wish I were a girl I’ve been feeling lighthearted since I gained enough weight back to cover my bones I get dressed up in shadows one leg at a time - we’re so alike But if the shoe fits, then I won’t try it on You’ll be walking out early, but the show must go on No, I know that I’m wrong But I love how you’re on my side when I cross that line It’s been a point of contention between myself and this body that they stuck me in The privilege of being born to be a man And now you got me thinking I wish I could be a girl, and that way you’d wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend Am I pretty enough to lie to? I wish I could be a girl, and that way you’d wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend Just little old me in a big, big world Little old me in a big world I wish Eating your prosthetic meat/meet your anesthetic criteria, pathetic seeing you become acetic Say my name like a slur, but I’ve been called worse I’ve heard it all before, no this isn’t a first Let me be the void you fill with taxidermy fingerprints, taxonomize our differences I am quantum physics, my witness brings me into existence I wish I could be a girl, and that way you’d wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend Am I pretty enough to love back? No, not yet I wish I could be a girl, and really I’d prefer it if you would use I/Me/Myself Am I pretty enough? Am I pretty enough to fucking die? Little old me in a big world Well I would give you my whole world Little old me in a big world I wish All identities are equally invalid Don’t you think that there’s a chance that you could live without it?
Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, But I Need You to Leave They could prescribe you any illness you’d like if you define the terms of your ailments You could sing a pretty malady like a black canary, but a crow don’t know the smell of carbon monoxide How many years have you been on that couch? They could’ve quilt’d you in the throws by now Your draw a line in the sand where it ends and you begin But the tide rolls in, so who knows? Oh well And a little identity never hurt nobody, but lately you’ve been focusing too much on yourself So how many milligrams of you are still left in there? 'Cause back in my day we didn’t need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists No, we just drank ourselves to death And god damn it, we liked it Who makes the call? What’s a symptom, what’s a flaw, can it be both? Well I suppose that’s an answer Would you give up your humanity for just a touch of sanity? 'Cause God knows it’s not like it’s cancer And good news to the purists: they’ve discovered a cure for the symptoms of being alive It’s a painless procedure with a low rate of failure But very few patients survive And a little conformity never hurt nobody, but lately I’ve been worried that you’re losing yourself So how many milligrams of you are still left in there? 'Cause back in my day we didn’t need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists No, we just bled out in our baths And god damn it, we liked it Doctor, what’s my prognosis if the studies show that Disease is in the eye of the beholder? Tell me “so it goes” We depress to impress, I guess, in layer after layer to get off our chests It’s cold out now, we can take it off later Better safe than sorry, and we both know the danger So doctor, could you run another test? Got a feeling that this time I might just pass it Well, If you raise the average We’ll all sing when the bell curve rings in lyrics symptomatic of the way we think If our harmonies don’t sync, we can change our voices A chorus on condition of our diagnosis Back in my day we didn’t need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists What can I say, except don’t heed no evil wills of moral nihilists I said “back in the days of lobotomies and shock therapy and mad scientists Oh, don’t you make me waste my breath God damn it!" Ain’t your you-dentity at stake? Does aspirin kill you with the pain? You’re not your thoughts, you’re not your brain, you’re just the character you’ve made Up in your head, down in your heart, what seem like separate body parts Come together to believe they’re you, and not just chemistry It’s not the way that you were raised, or what the advertisements say Not what you pay for, what you pray for, what you want, or what you say And I see your tendency to redefine disease by what you need And I’m afraid I can’t prescribe the diagnosis that you seek And something tells me that you need, forgive me now if I misspeak But something tells me that you like, and something tells me You prefer to be sitting there flipping through those old issues of People Well that’s our time, see you next week
So, I’ve been listening to Will’s stuff on and off since about 2021. I’ve never really wanted to commit just cause his stuff felt like a lot to me at the time. Now, though, holy fucking shit do I need this stuff. I need so much of this. I need this injected into my veins. I got Covid this week and oh my fucking god did I go down this rabbit hole. Will’s music genuinely means so much to me now. I’ve had revelations about myself thanks to his music and I’ve made decisions to be a more authentic version of myself because of it too. I’ve been stuck inside for a week and losing myself but also that was my summer. I’m finally getting diagnoses and medicine for my stuff and I’m seeing some concrete stuff that I’ve known come out for my family to see. I have horrible anxiety attacks now and feel like a failure a lot, but when I listen to Will Wood’s music it doesn’t feel as crushing anymore. Things can get better, somehow. I think I’m working toward that now. And I’m glad I finally got into his stuff. I’m glad I’m finally a fan.
2econd 2ight 2eer My grip on my secrets slipping while i’m speaking in tongues, screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it’s not my fault. The devil made me do it, but I also kinda wanted to I’m cut from a different kind of meat, more than you can chew, hard to swallow me Forget bored stiff, I got rigor mortis, call it morbid curiosity how i cannot commit to reality, when my third eye’s open and i like what I see Baby, I may be crazy but I didn’t lose it, no I set it free I can’t ignore what’s under dance floorboards, the rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat But I still move my feet to slip out of this groove, I’m free Now to row, row, row my boat over the falls, and maybe wake up from but a dream I’m just a psycho, babe. come and go out my mind I didn’t lose it babe, there wasn’t much to find I’m just a psycho, babe. come and go out my mind I’m only passing through If you knew what I knew, if you saw what I see, you’d look through illusions, hallucinations, and lucid dream And I know that meaning can be such a pretty thing to keep, but I got facts and I’m not afraid to use ‘em, take the good with the bad, take off the back you make a new front Some days I'm glad that I am a madman and I’d rather be that than an amicable animal, mild-mannered cannibal But I’m more level-headed and clever than ever and I’m getting better one forever at a time, and if sick is defined by what’s different, well then pull the plug out and let me die Vice-versa, vice versus virtue, well who I am I choose through all the things i do And if it rhymes, it’s true. But I hate poetry Now with my moral compass pointing south, going down, with no nonononononono no respect for reality I’m just a psycho, babe. come and go out my mind I didn’t lose it babe, there wasn’t much to find I’m just a psycho, babe. come and go out my mind I’m only passing through I’m just a psycho, babe. come and go out my mind I didn’t lose it babe, there wasn’t much to find I’m just a psycho, babe. come and go out my mind A tourist passing through Well that was fun, goodbye
Started to fall asleep on Suburbia’s Love Me, Normally... And then I forgot to turn my phone off cause I was too tired, and 2econd 2ight 2eer blasted my ears and made my heart skip a beat. Not gonna be able to sleep now, so I get to listen to more Will Wood
Black Box Warrior - OKULTRA Well, he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor, panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges, Roman candles at both ends in his synapses And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse’d his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes And through flight-or-fight revelation shame, the Black Box Warrior, he skipped this town and headed straight down history Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate/good incognito Pops placebos for libido, screaming “bless the torpedoes” For what? For what? For what it’s worth, if it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it’s worth, there’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose around his Lotus jugular when they came Well they found him with a map to every victim of his love and a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flat line cry a hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang “for Auld Lang Syne, happy birthday to the succulents, I’ll die your hydroponics” His rib cage was a hornet’s nest, palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve a turk’s head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ-Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends For what? For what? For what it’s worth, if it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it’s worth, there’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down Hello, welcome. Why don’t you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to. Now what’s bothering you? Well, why don’t we start at the beginning? Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs, did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands, your projector eyes casting sci-fi’s on your STR’d strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus’ bloody nose. Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole, did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration. My hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It’s about the best we could come up with. What, you think ideas spread because they’re good? No, they spread because people like them. So here we are once again. Holding, as it were, a mirror up to your mirror I guess it’s just something people do A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function, coital machinations of the dead Well you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus and learn to be an animal instead But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide Why to thine own self be try when it is you who are the problem, not the things you do but something sick inside Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective CBT don’t seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects You’ve lost your mind and almost lost your life before, so you’ll be fine For what? For what? For what it’s worth, if it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it’s worth, there’s no more looking back And why would you want to look back? I mean, it's no good looking back So try to look forward, now For what? For what? For what it’s worth, if they were gonna get you boy, they would have by now For what? For what? For what it’s worth, there’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down
Well thank you for the lyrics. But i am still trying to figure out what that little piano tune in the song reminds me of. Like the last few notes of a Nintendo game. I've narrowed it down to Undertale. Without actively having to go listen to all of the Undertale music...
@@noa6987 It does indeed sound like that. If it isnt that and its just... something extremely similar from Undertale or Kirby or something, its either my mind or i should just go listen to the OST again to confirm with myself cause its killin me' but i think your suggestion is the closest i've felt so farrrrrrrr.
@@FayeHunter it was bugging me too and I skipped through the soundtrack to put my mind at ease :'D If you listen to a piano cover it's a bit clearer. It's still a bit different but definitely the closest for me personally, WW just rearranged it a little, I think
The Most Important Thing In The World (Memento Mori) One day you'll look up at the ceiling above, if you’re lucky you'll be surrounded by the ones that you love, when The lights in your eyes fade and life flashes by One day you're going to die One day you’ll sleep and you'll never wake again Heaven, hell, nirvana, nothing, no one knows how it ends Rest in peace or pieces and won't even know why One day you're going to die Read your horoscopes, your palms and tarot cards But either way you destination ain't very far You could drown, or choke, or burn, or be hit by a car What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but something will eventually One day you'll look back at the life that you lead No more future left to fear that you'll have the past to regret But your worries will be over if you truly realize One day you’re going to die Take it away, hands In the fabric of time and in the vastness of space, a billion amounts to nothing in infinity’s face At most a couple generations will remember the ways in which your life never mattered, so who cares if it's a waste? Well, one day you’ll be not even a faint memory No, at most a ghost or falling leaf from your family tree Your legacy's not yours to see, nor is your eulogy And you'll never know what it all means But you'll be at peace before you sleep if you just keep this in mind: That everything and everyone goes with the passage of time So whether it’s cancer, murder, or suicide One day you're going to die No need to fear 'cause when it's here you won't be alive Try not to think about it One day you're doing to die And there's probably nothing after One day you're going to die So if you only have one chance you oughta try your best to live as you like One day you're going to die
...well, better than the alternative Pink lemonade on autumn bomber coats Peter Pan collars but my daughter’s growing up She’s gonna be a lot like me But I don’t wanna be at all like me Oh, yellow buzz-cuts, pulling out stingers You’re telling me I’m holding up eleven fingers And stranger things than death can happen to lab rat girls and pretty white rabbits But everybody knows that, nobody knows that Everybody’s in on everybody’s business This isn’t my first Christmas, I know mistletoe when I see it Baby, could you play along with me? Baby, would that be alright with you? And when we find out what’s wrong with me Could you tell me how I’m right for you? Baby, could you play along with me? Baby, would that be alright with you? And when we find out what’s wrong with me Could you tell me how, could you tell me how and if I’m still pretty? Cigarette burns, laugh lines, wide dimples If they could see the future back when times were simple Would they kiss your cheek or yank the bandage off Let you speak or take advantage of how If everyone’s sick, well then nobody can catch it And if everybody’s different how could anybody match? And we’re looking through the pockets of the hand-me-downs we laid out Wondering if we’ll fit into the yesterdays we played out Everybody knows that, nobody knows that Everybody’s all up in my god damn business This isn’t my first kiss, its better to be lost than loved, now, isn’t it? Baby, could you play along with me? Baby, would that be alright with you? And when we find out what’s wrong with me Could you tell me how I’m right for you? Baby, could you play along with me? Baby, would that be alright with you? And when we find out what’s wrong with me Could you tell me how, could you tell me how and if I’m still pretty? Walking bikes home with a scraped-knee sunset smudged across your brow Warmer tears than you’ve grown used to since then A toast to the nosebleed seats and the big dream sequence where you’re found Guilty of your innocence and gently sent right back to bed Everybody knows that, nobody knows that Everybody’s all up in my motherfucking business This isn’t my first anything This isn’t my first anything Everybody knows that, nobody knows that Everybody’s in on everybody’s business This isn’t my first lyric, I know exactly how I should finish it Baby, could you play along with me? Baby, would that be alright with you? And when we find out what’s wrong with me Could you tell me how I’m right for you? Baby, could you play along with me? Baby, would that be alright with you? After all of that's been done to me, could you tell me how, could you tell me how, could you tell me What’s so wrong about what’s wrong with me? I’m just trying to do what’s right by you What’s so wrong about what’s wrong with me? Oh, I’m just trying to do what’s right by you Baby, could you play along with me? Baby, would that be alright with you? After all of that's been done with me Could you tell me how, could you tell me how Could you tell me how?
Love, Me Normally [Verse 1] In lipstick on the mirror, are the lyrics to my obituary In iambic pentameter, followed parameter, crossing my eyes, dot my T's I was delivered holding scissors, I live deliberately, I’m a quitter And a winner anyway, cause I never agreed to participate in this game Won't follow my dreams cause they all got me waking up screaming I can’t let them go for me, after all there is no “I” in team [Chorus] And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal I suggest that we keep this informal Cause a normal human being wouldn't need To pretend to be normal to be normal Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya To be normal in a way I couldn’t be C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally [Verse 2] If I could live in third person, well I don’t think life would be much worse than it is In the current tense, presently, this sentence ending in question marks or dot dot dot… Is it courageous or escapist to leave the quarantine when you’re contagious? It may just be a cold, and besides I don’t wanna get old yeah I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party When the afterparty came, I was rolling in my grave [Chorus] And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal I suggest that we keep this informal Cause a normal human being wouldn't need To pretend to be normal to be normal Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya To be normal in a way I couldn’t be C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally [Bridge 1, Spoken] Now this is the part of the song where I talk to my audience I like to tell 'em there's something I want from you hep cats tonight I want you to look to your left, look to your right, your 12 o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, nine o'clock, rock around the clock tonight And I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities, those burning rings of fire in the beautiful pupils and the beautiful eyes of the beautiful boy, girl, neither, both, or in-between that you brought with you tonight. And I want you to tell 'em how you really feel I want you to love the way they so seamlessly, like a dream for me, so beautifully, oh so dutifully jam that square peg in the round hole in their hearts I want you to tell 'em that you love the way that they don't stick out like sore middle fingers That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve, stick their flag in the peak, and slide their way back down I want you to tell them that you love the way that they're not maladaptive, not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them exactly the way that everybody else is [Bridge 2, Sung] I was nothing before so I couldn’t have asked to be born I'll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then? Is there nothing to fear? Cause shit's getting weird So to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan [Chorus] And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal I suggest that we keep this informal Cause a normal human being wouldn't need. No To pretend to be normal to be normal Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya To be normal in a way I could never be C’mon, c’mon, yeah, I said c’mon, yeah C’mon, c’mon, yeah, I said c’mon, yeah C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally
Memento Mori is so comforting in such a backwards way. It’s not saying that one day you’ll die, so your life doesn’t matter, It’s saying one day your mistakes, your regrets, your worries will all be swept away in this death. Make what you can of your life, but death comes all the same no matter what you do, so whatever life you lived was good enough so long as you saw it through. It is saying you are fine, you are enough, because being perfect doesn’t make death any less permanent.
Laplace's angel Have you ever died in a nightmare? Woke up surprised you hadn’t earned your fate? Have you ever felt like Atlas Threw your back out on the axis And collapsed and threw the planet away? Everyone’s just blood in an ice tray A vampire picking flowers out in the sun Run your diagnostic tests, its posited Nobody dies agnostic But we still dial 9-1-1 Now we’re singing Ooh, could you take a look at me? (It’s the norm for animals. It’s the norm for chemicals.) Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad? (It’s the norm for particles. Eye for eye for tooth.) Ooh, whatever you think of me; (It’s the norm for chemicals. It’s the norm for particles.) If you were in my shoes (Yes, it’s only natural.) You’d walk the same damn miles I do We’re only tuning to the tone of the bell curve now Ask not for whom it tolls But with my head up in the clouds I can see so much ground And from up here you look like ants in a row It doesn’t take a killer to murder It only takes the reason to kill We’ve all got evidence of innocence It’s ‘everything’s coincidence’ The difference twixt fate and free will Is whether you’re singing Ooh, could you take a look at me? (It’s the norm for animals. It’s the norm for chemicals.) Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad? (It’s the norm for particles. I for I. For tooth.) Ooh, whatever you think of me; (It’s the norm for chemicals. It’s the norm for particles.) If you were in my shoes (Yes, it’s only natural.) You’d walk the same damn miles I do So if you wash your hands of where you’ve been until you flood the second floor Neatly fold your skeletons but still can’t shut the closet door The only ones in need of love are those who don’t receive enough So evil ones should get a little more You! could you take a look at me? (You could break an angel’s fall, and ignore the Devil’s call.) Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad? (Still forsaken shoulders fall silent now.) Now we're singing Ooh, whatever you think of me; (It’s no more than cultural. You and me inseparable.) If the shoe fits would you walk that mile? (It’s a small hell after all.) You could put it on the other foot, it’s the same size You, could you take a look at me? (Man no more than animal is made of moral chemicals,) Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad? (Any form mechanical, thank you God.) Ooh, whatever you think of me; (From the hordes of cannibals, to psych wards of hospitals:) If you were in my shoes (It’s a small world after all.) You’d see I wear the same size as you
reposting timestamps for myself because youtube doesnt want to load it 0:00 Suburbia Overture 6:16 2econd 2ight 2eer 9:42 Laplace's Angel 13:44 I/Me/Myself 18:36 ...well, better than the alternative 22:51 Outliars & Hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples 27:03 Black Box Warrior 31:58 Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave 37:17 Love, Me Normally 43:02 Memento Mori
Thank you to literally everyone who managed to bring this hell of an album together. Holy shit, one listen in and I am already blown away at how good it is! You can feel the improvement and change the group had gone through, and how it all comes together in these fantastic songs! Hearing the singles that were released before brought on to this album also brings a huge smile on my face. Thank you, Will Wood. Though I can not afford it at this time, I will be sure to get a physical copy of the album ASAP!
I've been to thousands of shows in my life, large and some teeny tiny crowds alike. Never have I seen musicianship like I saw when I Saw Will Wood play with a few Tapeworms. He does NOT disappoint! It was so very worth it. If you ever get a chance, go see them live! Amazeballs and full of serious energy!! And the sound is perfect! Love
I discovered Will Wood 6 days ago and i can't stop listening to his songs, each and every one of his songs are pure masterpieces And know that i discovered him nearly when he was going to realize a new album, is really fascinating
0:00 Suburbia Overture 2:35 Greetings From Mary Bell Township! 3:00 (Vampire) Culture 5:09 Love Me, Normally 6:16 2econd 2ight 2eer 9:42 Laplace's Angel 13:44 I/Me/Myself 18:36 ...well, better than the alternative 22:51 Outliars & Hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples 27:03 Black Box Warrior 31:58 Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave 37:17 Love, Me Normally 43:02 Memento Mori
Will Wood had a near-death experience and went to hell where he met a demon who decided to stick with him when he went back to the living and this is definitely the soundtrack for this musical comedy
Will, I am a new listener and I have now been listening to this album for two weeks pretty much every day. I listen to it in the morning, when I need some will (hehe) to live, when I want to get drunk, when I do get drunk, and even as I'm going to bed. This is so fucking well-done that I refuse to let go of this music. It fills my heart with joy I thought was impossible for me at this point of my depressive episode. Thank you and everyone who worked on this album for this bloody masterpiece.
I did this exact thing for my essay in my English101 class. I forgot my grade already but I had to listen to Will Wood near nonstop while I wrote the essay (which would take all day), and somehow I'm still not sick of Will Wood, it's just too good
I got the vinyl for this album (10/10 highly recommend) and theres morse code in the second song and idk if it means something its been haunting me for weeks
I discovered y'all because someone made a tik tok using "Chemical Overreaction / Compound Fracture" and it kept getting stuck in my head. Had no idea who it was by, or even what the lyrics were. So, I listened to the fifteen seconds until I could kinda gather what they were, then looked you up. I'm really glad I did. I have a hard time listening to albums? I hear a song for the first time and when it's over I have a hard time remember what it sounds like. That isn't the case for a lot of what you've done. You're all brilliant artists / musicians / performers. Excited to add every song on this album to my playlist!!! :)
Will Wood is weirdly good at making songs that are super recognizable and easy to listen to over and over again I'm the kind of person who will listen to a song, until I get sick of it, then jump to a new band, or genre of music That hasn't happened, yet
Random Dragon I'm the same way, I even listened to Will Wood for days straight (up to like a week or two) while writing my essay on the album, and yet I'm always coming back to the album.
Will Wood AND Glass Animals released new albums??? Ok, now THIS is epic. Also, “cancellation fee” reminded me to cancel my audible membership. Thanks, Will.
this album in a single word would be: what this album in a single sentence would be: What in the sweet ever-loving fuck was this dulcet-toned disc of gold that has graced my ears tonight?
Dancing to Will Wood is unavoidable You either kind of embarrass yourself in public by tapping your toes suspiciously to the beat Or your soul leaves your body and the surrounding world becomes incomprehensibly empty and crushing at the same time, and you experience a sense of peace and anguish and grief and wonder. External stimuli is temporary. William Woodiam is forever. Or is that just me?
Well I sure love listening to perfectly normal human music. Especially after getting home to my loving house from a long days work at the burger mines.
Been going back and forth on whether to comment on this or not since when I listened to this whole album somewhere around 100 times in one week, but this album continues to be desperately important to my attempts to grip reality despite everything at the moment making it like trying to manhandle a soggy lamprey, so here goes my half-an-essay attempt to concisely explain what this album has been doing squatting in my brain and occasionally distracting me from Very Important Essays for a few months now. I'm not too good at musical terminology, but I am an English Major, so I've been trained to overanalyze the shit out of everything, music included. As a result of my chronic inability to not plumb the depths of any writing for subtext, I just want to say how much I absolutely adore this lyricism, because it has such a unique variety of references, quirky turns of phrases, and tongue-in-cheek writing that makes this album really hit like nothing else. I'm not sure to what extent this was intended to be a full-on deconstruction of suburban (white) culture, but the lengths to which this whole album goes about doing so is what partially motivated me to listen to this album wholesale so many times that the music is ingrained into my brain (even if I am still struggling to just baseline understand certain parts without the help of lyric sites lol--- processing issues are a pain). Part of that depth is on display in how each individual track's video is full of comments from other people from all kinds of disciplines that can point to something and go "look! That's a reference to this!" which is... *wow.* Art as a whole has this wonderful power to evoke empathy in others (more generically speaking, a connection), and that's on full display with the complexity of this album (especially to me in terms of writing). As I said, I'm not good at music terminology, but there's also just something that feels complete about this album. I'm a relatively new listener to Will Wood and the Tapeworms, having only discovered the rest of SELF-ISH in like, idk, March? April? I'd listened to a few tracks from it isolated from the whole, but WWATT's music really demonstrates well the concept of an album as a whole piece of art to be consumed as that whole. Both SELF-ISH and this album have such a wonderful complexity both in lyrics and musicality, with motifs that recall other motifs and gain new context that influences their original iterations and a conversation in the lyrics among different songs about various concepts (again, like I said before, lyrical complexity; this includes the presence of those motifs, changes of the lyrics sung with them, and even the absence completely of lyrics presented). While I lack the language to explain what it does on a super duper technical level, I can at least say this music *completely* obliterates my bones and makes me mentally clip out of bounds like I'm Bethesdaing every time I listen to as whole products. Thank you very much for the delicious music!
@@SHRIIMPSUCKS Hey, this is the *truncated* version of the essay I wanted to write! Looks like YT cropped my warning that this was a mini essay behind the "read more," lol.
The album cover man is living a better life than me, like, imagine going outside, aha, hahahaaa,, aha... help. i haven't seen the sun in months and all my friends left m-
![Seungmin "그렇게, 천천히, 우리(As we are)" | [Stray Kids : SKZ-PLAYER]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/kAzmhLHePqU/mqdefault.jpg)
You know you’re listening to a will wood song when you can’t tell if it’s the sax hitting a curtain note or will screaming
Or your tinnitus acting up
TRUE 💀
Curtain note?
Right before I saw this I dead ass thought "woah it's really hard to tell if will is screaming or if it's a sax" at the end of outliers and hypocrites
@Bozo! No, you’re wrong
me : is that a sax or just you screaming
will wood: yes
yes
@@personanormal yes
Oui
@@Valarience Si
yes
Music to draw cartoon skeletons to
This is the most accurate description of the album I’ve seen yet.
B o n e s
nyeh heh heh
@CHRISTIAN CRUSE omg I'm also drawing a skeleton. Literally just was about to take a stretch break when I saw this. XD
@@goblinbastard5310 *laughs in papyrus*
*During the premier*
Me: Will, how do we read "2econd 2light 2eer" out loud?
Will: Twoecond Twolight Twoeer
@prplredblu nope. Twoecond Twolight Twoeer
clearly someone wasn't a homestuck...
thecond thight theer
I read it as second night neer lol
*SOLLUX?*
As somebody who recently discovered Will Wood and fell in love with his songs, seeing that there's a new album is very very exciting.
Same here, i discovered him literally 6 days ago
Hey! Me too
Relatable
I found them around a month ago and couldn't believe such music exists. I absolutely adore him, the band and their music
YES
music to become evil and deranged to. but like, in a kinda unhinged sexy way
this is the best comment I’ve ever seen in my life
music to writhe and decay to
Music to become an even gayer Disney villan
This is the best way I’ve heard it described. I love it. Perfect.
Are there any other songs that fall under this category? I live for them
from the premiere:
will after telling us to calm down: "you guys could all use a smoke"
near the end of it:
me: "are you gonna delete the chatbox after the livestream?"
will: "oh fuck yeah"
sorry guys
I only got to be apart of the premiere for a few minutes and I joined when Will went quiet for a while. what happened? were people arguing in the chat or being really creepy towards Will?
@@Aurora_Woods yeah idk if will is ok with me saying this publicly or not but some guy asked "onlyfans when?" And will told him to stfu or something and then other people started joining in to jokingly say "yeah will lol onlyfans when?" And then if i remember correctly will said "someone is being creepy, i respond accordingly and now Its a joke. im done" and then he left for a few minutes. So yeah that was kinda a weird moment. Honestly, I hope nothings going on in his personal life cuz it seems like he's been getting angrier more often. If you see this we love you will ❤
@@falseprophet7912 damn. that sucks. I hope he's feeling better now! I have no idea how people can be so rude. especially to someone they're a fan of. :(
this is the weirdest comfort album i've ever had but it always works
same
My favorite is the last
same lmao
It's not the weirdest album, it's The Normal Album
@@DividingLeo fair
It's like each song is a different neighbor in this suburban neighborhood.
Edit: I never expected to inspire people to create things, I feel so touched, I'm sure all your ideas for writings and drawings and stuff are all amazing!
I am not an author but I am ITCHING to write a story about this.
And ofc overature is either the three sections of the neighborhood or three different neighbors
im drawing these songs as people together in a suburban neighborhood. this comment has basically inspired me for new ocs.
i only done 6 characters im so tired.......
@@purifiedsage Hows it going?
i've been dying to get inspo for a book or comic, and i think i've found it. just might change it up a little bit and add to it.
hippocrates and outliars: a fun fact about apple bottom jean-jeans,
boots with the fur
Boots with the fur didnt come from the outside in
It was dropped from the club from the outside in which is why you’ll never find the fur in it
What have you done
Will Wood is strangely comforting. His weird screams that you can't differentiate from the saxophone, the fast-paced music that changes tempos and genres every song. The crippling depression and the comforting imagery scattered throughout the notes all comes out so perfect. It's all so strangely poetic but, from 2econd 2ight 2eer, he hates poetry.
Idk, he doesn’t always write from his own perspective, but he seems like someone who would find poetry pretentious. I’m a poet, and I take a ton of inspiration from his music, though
Will gives off controlled chaotic energy that is impossible to describe or replicate. Also i love how despite every song being a complete different genre, they are all connected in some way, by lyrics, rhythms, etc.
It’s like anti-lofi for me, I listen to it when I need some type of motivator which I think stress can be
Me explaining Will Wood’s music to a friend: okay, so think of it like Lemon Demon and MCR’s beautiful love child
Yeah
@Chase Gillingham 15 (STUDENT) i did find it from tally hall
I described it as “a modern-day Oingo Boingo but even more chaotic and with 50’s doo-wop influence”
Think of it as taking multiple drugs at once whilst being bipolar
I just say it's music that you have to experience at least once in your life.
god, i can now finally understand why will said stuff like “this album is SO much better than EIAL & Self-ish” repeatedly before this dropped. the album seems like a perfect mixture of the two, incorporating the strongest elements from both albums into this one. yet, it also seems so different from the two. like it’s a whole new thing that’s never really been done before. it’s great, & whilst Self-ish is still my favorite album from WWATT, that’s only because i’ve listened to this one ONCE. this definitely has the potential to become WWATT’s strongest album & i wouldn’t be surprised if it eventually became my favorite as well
This is a very interesting album. Some songs sound so different from what we are used to, like "Well.. Better than the alternative" for example. But as you said, it actually sounds like a mixture of both previous albums. And FUCKING CHRIST IT'S JAM
Nightfall This is exactly how I felt about it. The album literally feels perfect. I’m obsessed lmao
When I first listened to this album it made me smile more than any other album I've listened to, it really blew my expectations out of the water
@@AJ-kk9xi I couldnt stop smiling at I Me Myself because its so catchy and funny and relatable (to me as a trans person) so yeah i know how you feel
Nice to see you again in the comment section my dude. How are ya?
What would have made this 10x better would be Jon Arbuckle dancing on a loop
Ironically those memes are exactly how I found Will’s music
@@seaglassincsame lmao
23:37
That little noise sounds like it's saying "Jeez, calm down" without even using words
Can we take a moment to appreciate the repeating motifs and lyrics in Will’s albums?
They make listening to the entire album worth it
in case anyone needs them, here are the timestamps!!
0:00 Suburbia Overture
6:16 2econd 2ight 2eer
9:42 Laplace's Angel
13:44 I/Me/Myself
18:36 ...well, better than the alternative
22:51 Outliars & Hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples
27:03 Black Box Warrior
31:58 Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave
37:17 Love, Me Normally
43:02 Memento Mori
Thank you
You are a good lad, take my upvote
ThAnk uwU
Thank you for this I am going to kiss your forehead very gently
YourAverageManiac *thankk you
William Woodicus
yes
yes
yes
yes
Yes
me listening to i/me/myself for the first time: hm this certainly has a vibe.. dunno what it is but it has one
me replaying it now after realizing im nb: *_oh thats the vibe_*
GOD ME SDFJKDDFHJD
MOOD! FUCKIN MOOD!!!!
mood
@Fishfeet nonbinary (i think)
@Fishfeet it means non-binary
Imagine getting to the pinnacle of music and then somehow going higher. That is this. That is this album.
What about Hawaii Part II it's just as great (if not better) as this
@@MichaelTurner856 there are multiple pinnacles of music and these two albums are them
@@fryderyksadocha8044 facts idk what I was on (that albums great) but this is also a 10/10 I'm a massive will wood fan and he's one of my favorite artists oat!
@@MichaelTurner856 same, I must've listened to both of them at least 20 times each and I ain't stopping
thank you mr tapeworm man i had a very normal time listening to your normal music
^ had a mental breakdown while listening to this album
@@parasective literally me lmao (I’m so normal)
@@LyzergideDaydreaming Me too (I am the most normal person here)
I had to explain that I "like listening to jazz songs about death and stuff" when I was listening to Momento Mori
I don't know but i kinda find memento mori weirdly conforting? and the way he says " and there's probably nothing after!" it's amazing
Me too weirdly enough, it's just the comfort that nothing truelly matters in the end so it's ok to take chances and make mistakes
yeah its comforting that my life doesn't really matter in the long run, that means i don't have to be afraid of anything really
It’s the optimistic nihilism
I like the comfort that, it doesn’t matter which dies first, me or my friends/ family, we’ll all be dead eventually
Like our lives are going to end so enjoy it when you have it
every single song feels like i'm listening to a villain song from a different movie and i am living for this
Beware, this gem is unlisted now, so don't lose it...
Alright 👍
It's back up! I found it in my recommendations!
Not even gonna lie, I have not been this genuinely excited in a long ass time
That first song saved my life and gave me a new reason for breathing AAAHHHHH
I’m fucking crying and I don’t know why... thank you so much.
that is a MOOD literally i missed it and i'm so sad but still equally as happy it's released
I was so hyped for the album, and when it came out and I listened to it for the first time, I couldn't stop smiling, it really went past my expectations. This brings me so much joy uxnsvxisnxowncoshsnxow
Ambler same, I was ecstatic, smiling like a goddamn madman
Did he just not place any monetization on this video? Will, you're too good for us
222 likes
@@supern0v477 wait really?
oh then youtube can fucking die because there's ads on this
333 likes :v
@@HeadofPlantGang Holy moly
24:56 the lyrics "Too weird to love too scared to die" and "Too alien to take you home" hit so hard for me.
Ah, well woob giving us a new bungles of songles.
haven't heard this guy's music before, but i'm one minute in and i already love this
:))
2 years in, you still loving it?
I just discovered Will 4 days ago and I'm completely hooked
real
Welcome
@@timbo7123 Thanks. I've made myself comfortable and taken a second, because I needed to.
Welcome. I discovered him 3 months ago, and now his music has completely taken over my life :)
@@ImTired17 Thanks! Yeah I barely listen to any other music now (and I see you literally EVERYWHERE how did you find me?)
Just a normal dude waiting for another normal dude to make a normal show about normal music off of a normal album called "The Normal Album" from a normal band, normally
Nornal edit 1: To normally prove my normalness, during this normal livestream, I was normally making the normal design of this normal album cover normally on the nornal design maker on Animal Crossing: New (and normal) Horizons, normally.
Nothing odd about this band. Just our good pal William Wood
I would like but it has 69 likes. Nice.
I would like but it has 69 likes. Nice.
yes
Normal count: 8
Hey there, any new fans reading? I just want to say hi! I want to hope youre enjoying this music! Make sure to drink liquid, in the least, and take your socks off before cleaning them :)
hi there! i found will's music 3 days ago and it's all great, and thanks for the reminder :)
is brisket a liquid
@@valentin10010 will we ever truly know?
I/Me/Myself
I’ve been feeling lightheaded since I lost enough weight to fit back in my skin
Flower petals and feathers tether me to the ground (pound for pound)
Take my tea with formaldehyde for my feminine side since the day that I died
While I whittle my bones until I’m brittle, am I pretty now?
For some reason I find myself lost in what you think of me
And too confused to choose who I should be
And now you’ve got me thinking
I wish I could be a girl, and that way you’d wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend
Am I pretty enough to lie to?
I wish I could be a girl, and that way you’d wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend
Just little old me in a big, big world
Little old me in a big world
I wish I were a girl
I’ve been feeling lighthearted since I gained enough weight back to cover my bones
I get dressed up in shadows one leg at a time - we’re so alike
But if the shoe fits, then I won’t try it on
You’ll be walking out early, but the show must go on
No, I know that I’m wrong
But I love how you’re on my side when I cross that line
It’s been a point of contention between myself and this body that they stuck me in
The privilege of being born to be a man
And now you got me thinking
I wish I could be a girl, and that way you’d wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend
Am I pretty enough to lie to?
I wish I could be a girl, and that way you’d wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend
Just little old me in a big, big world
Little old me in a big world
I wish
Eating your prosthetic meat/meet your anesthetic criteria, pathetic seeing you become acetic
Say my name like a slur, but I’ve been called worse
I’ve heard it all before, no this isn’t a first
Let me be the void you fill with taxidermy fingerprints, taxonomize our differences
I am quantum physics, my witness brings me into existence
I wish I could be a girl, and that way you’d wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend
Am I pretty enough to love back?
No, not yet
I wish I could be a girl, and really I’d prefer it if you would use I/Me/Myself
Am I pretty enough?
Am I pretty enough to fucking die?
Little old me in a big world
Well I would give you my whole world
Little old me in a big world
I wish
All identities are equally invalid
Don’t you think that there’s a chance that you could live without it?
Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY (Bones) 2: electric boogaloo
@@Caroscribbles i was gonna say no but….….….….… kinda
@@Caroscribblesoh my god ur right
Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, But I Need You to Leave
They could prescribe you any illness you’d like if you define the terms of your ailments
You could sing a pretty malady like a black canary, but a crow don’t know the smell of carbon monoxide
How many years have you been on that couch?
They could’ve quilt’d you in the throws by now
Your draw a line in the sand where it ends and you begin
But the tide rolls in, so who knows? Oh well
And a little identity never hurt nobody, but lately you’ve been focusing too much on yourself
So how many milligrams of you are still left in there?
'Cause back in my day we didn’t need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists
No, we just drank ourselves to death
And god damn it, we liked it
Who makes the call?
What’s a symptom, what’s a flaw, can it be both?
Well I suppose that’s an answer
Would you give up your humanity for just a touch of sanity?
'Cause God knows it’s not like it’s cancer
And good news to the purists: they’ve discovered a cure for the symptoms of being alive
It’s a painless procedure with a low rate of failure
But very few patients survive
And a little conformity never hurt nobody, but lately I’ve been worried that you’re losing yourself
So how many milligrams of you are still left in there?
'Cause back in my day we didn’t need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists
No, we just bled out in our baths
And god damn it, we liked it
Doctor, what’s my prognosis if the studies show that
Disease is in the eye of the beholder?
Tell me “so it goes”
We depress to impress, I guess, in layer after layer to get off our chests
It’s cold out now, we can take it off later
Better safe than sorry, and we both know the danger
So doctor, could you run another test?
Got a feeling that this time I might just pass it
Well, If you raise the average
We’ll all sing when the bell curve rings in lyrics symptomatic of the way we think
If our harmonies don’t sync, we can change our voices
A chorus on condition of our diagnosis
Back in my day we didn’t need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists
What can I say, except don’t heed no evil wills of moral nihilists
I said “back in the days of lobotomies and shock therapy and mad scientists
Oh, don’t you make me waste my breath
God damn it!"
Ain’t your you-dentity at stake?
Does aspirin kill you with the pain?
You’re not your thoughts, you’re not your brain, you’re just the character you’ve made
Up in your head, down in your heart, what seem like separate body parts
Come together to believe they’re you, and not just chemistry
It’s not the way that you were raised, or what the advertisements say
Not what you pay for, what you pray for, what you want, or what you say
And I see your tendency to redefine disease by what you need
And I’m afraid I can’t prescribe the diagnosis that you seek
And something tells me that you need, forgive me now if I misspeak
But something tells me that you like, and something tells me
You prefer to be sitting there flipping through those old issues of People
Well that’s our time, see you next week
So, I’ve been listening to Will’s stuff on and off since about 2021. I’ve never really wanted to commit just cause his stuff felt like a lot to me at the time. Now, though, holy fucking shit do I need this stuff. I need so much of this. I need this injected into my veins. I got Covid this week and oh my fucking god did I go down this rabbit hole. Will’s music genuinely means so much to me now. I’ve had revelations about myself thanks to his music and I’ve made decisions to be a more authentic version of myself because of it too. I’ve been stuck inside for a week and losing myself but also that was my summer. I’m finally getting diagnoses and medicine for my stuff and I’m seeing some concrete stuff that I’ve known come out for my family to see. I have horrible anxiety attacks now and feel like a failure a lot, but when I listen to Will Wood’s music it doesn’t feel as crushing anymore. Things can get better, somehow. I think I’m working toward that now. And I’m glad I finally got into his stuff. I’m glad I’m finally a fan.
Will wood realized that upbeat music from musicals can mix well with every genre and had a field day.
ive spent half this album grinning like an idiot because these songs are just so good already
2econd 2ight 2eer
My grip on my secrets slipping while i’m speaking in tongues, screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth
Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it’s not my fault. The devil made me do it, but I also kinda wanted to
I’m cut from a different kind of meat, more than you can chew, hard to swallow me
Forget bored stiff, I got rigor mortis, call it morbid curiosity how i cannot commit to reality, when my third eye’s open and i like what I see
Baby, I may be crazy but I didn’t lose it, no I set it free
I can’t ignore what’s under dance floorboards, the rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat
But I still move my feet to slip out of this groove, I’m free
Now to row, row, row my boat over the falls, and maybe wake up from but a dream
I’m just a psycho, babe. come and go out my mind
I didn’t lose it babe, there wasn’t much to find
I’m just a psycho, babe. come and go out my mind
I’m only passing through
If you knew what I knew, if you saw what I see, you’d look through illusions, hallucinations, and lucid dream
And I know that meaning can be such a pretty thing to keep, but I got facts and I’m not afraid to use ‘em, take the good with the bad, take off the back you make a new front
Some days I'm glad that I am a madman and I’d rather be that than an amicable animal, mild-mannered cannibal
But I’m more level-headed and clever than ever and I’m getting better one forever at a time, and if sick is defined by what’s different, well then pull the plug out and let me die
Vice-versa, vice versus virtue, well who I am I choose through all the things i do
And if it rhymes, it’s true. But I hate poetry
Now with my moral compass pointing south, going down, with no nonononononono no respect for reality
I’m just a psycho, babe. come and go out my mind
I didn’t lose it babe, there wasn’t much to find
I’m just a psycho, babe. come and go out my mind
I’m only passing through
I’m just a psycho, babe. come and go out my mind
I didn’t lose it babe, there wasn’t much to find
I’m just a psycho, babe. come and go out my mind
A tourist passing through
Well that was fun, goodbye
i just happened to read this as that song started.
Thank you, good sir. As much as I like the song, I couldn't understand a thing he was saying.
Started to fall asleep on Suburbia’s Love Me, Normally...
And then I forgot to turn my phone off cause I was too tired, and 2econd 2ight 2eer blasted my ears and made my heart skip a beat.
Not gonna be able to sleep now, so I get to listen to more Will Wood
Black Box Warrior - OKULTRA
Well, he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor, panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges, Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse’d his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame, the Black Box Warrior, he skipped this town and headed straight down history
Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate/good incognito
Pops placebos for libido, screaming “bless the torpedoes”
For what? For what?
For what it’s worth, if it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what?
For what it’s worth, there’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down
Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose around his Lotus jugular when they came
Well they found him with a map to every victim of his love and a tattoo of a blue jay on his face
And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flat line cry a hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic
But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang “for Auld Lang Syne, happy birthday to the succulents, I’ll die your hydroponics”
His rib cage was a hornet’s nest, palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve a turk’s head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend
He wondered if Christ-Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee
Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends
For what? For what?
For what it’s worth, if it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what?
For what it’s worth, there’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down
Hello, welcome. Why don’t you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to. Now what’s bothering you? Well, why don’t we start at the beginning?
Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs, did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands, your projector eyes casting sci-fi’s on your STR’d strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus’ bloody nose. Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole, did you die before your day?
Thursday traction, Tuesday titration. My hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick
Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It’s about the best we could come up with. What, you think ideas spread because they’re good? No, they spread because people like them. So here we are once again. Holding, as it were, a mirror up to your mirror
I guess it’s just something people do
A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function, coital machinations of the dead
Well you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus and learn to be an animal instead
But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide
Why to thine own self be try when it is you who are the problem, not the things you do but something sick inside
Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective
CBT don’t seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects
You’ve lost your mind and almost lost your life before, so you’ll be fine
For what? For what?
For what it’s worth, if it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what?
For what it’s worth, there’s no more looking back
And why would you want to look back?
I mean, it's no good looking back
So try to look forward, now
For what? For what?
For what it’s worth, if they were gonna get you boy, they would have by now
For what? For what?
For what it’s worth, there’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down
Well thank you for the lyrics. But i am still trying to figure out what that little piano tune in the song reminds me of. Like the last few notes of a Nintendo game. I've narrowed it down to Undertale. Without actively having to go listen to all of the Undertale music...
@@FayeHunter I think it might be Metal Crusher!
@@gaysatan4565 it's no problem satan, I also needed the lyrics so i could scream sing
@@noa6987 It does indeed sound like that. If it isnt that and its just... something extremely similar from Undertale or Kirby or something, its either my mind or i should just go listen to the OST again to confirm with myself cause its killin me' but i think your suggestion is the closest i've felt so farrrrrrrr.
@@FayeHunter it was bugging me too and I skipped through the soundtrack to put my mind at ease :'D If you listen to a piano cover it's a bit clearer. It's still a bit different but definitely the closest for me personally, WW just rearranged it a little, I think
a normal album is so good, i wish will wood was real
Same 😔
my favourite fictional character
Same 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
The Most Important Thing In The World (Memento Mori)
One day you'll look up at the ceiling above, if you’re lucky you'll be surrounded by the ones that you love, when
The lights in your eyes fade and life flashes by
One day you're going to die
One day you’ll sleep and you'll never wake again
Heaven, hell, nirvana, nothing, no one knows how it ends
Rest in peace or pieces and won't even know why
One day you're going to die
Read your horoscopes, your palms and tarot cards
But either way you destination ain't very far
You could drown, or choke, or burn, or be hit by a car
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but something will eventually
One day you'll look back at the life that you lead
No more future left to fear that you'll have the past to regret
But your worries will be over if you truly realize
One day you’re going to die
Take it away, hands
In the fabric of time and in the vastness of space, a billion amounts to nothing in infinity’s face
At most a couple generations will remember the ways in which your life never mattered, so who cares if it's a waste?
Well, one day you’ll be not even a faint memory
No, at most a ghost or falling leaf from your family tree
Your legacy's not yours to see, nor is your eulogy
And you'll never know what it all means
But you'll be at peace before you sleep if you just keep this in mind:
That everything and everyone goes with the passage of time
So whether it’s cancer, murder, or suicide
One day you're going to die
No need to fear 'cause when it's here you won't be alive
Try not to think about it
One day you're doing to die
And there's probably nothing after
One day you're going to die
So if you only have one chance you oughta try your best to live as you like
One day you're going to die
You're the real mvp posting all these lyrics.
@@imlovedavepetab3374 thank you thank you
This person, this LORD, THIS MYTHICAL ENTITY JUST POSTED THE LYRICS TO THE ENTIRE ALBUM
relatable name 😎
my sister’s favorite album so i’m giving it a listen :)
burner…
...well, better than the alternative
Pink lemonade on autumn bomber coats
Peter Pan collars but my daughter’s growing up
She’s gonna be a lot like me
But I don’t wanna be at all like me
Oh, yellow buzz-cuts, pulling out stingers
You’re telling me I’m holding up eleven fingers
And stranger things than death can happen to lab rat girls and pretty white rabbits
But everybody knows that, nobody knows that
Everybody’s in on everybody’s business
This isn’t my first Christmas, I know mistletoe when I see it
Baby, could you play along with me?
Baby, would that be alright with you?
And when we find out what’s wrong with me
Could you tell me how I’m right for you?
Baby, could you play along with me?
Baby, would that be alright with you?
And when we find out what’s wrong with me
Could you tell me how, could you tell me how and if I’m still pretty?
Cigarette burns, laugh lines, wide dimples
If they could see the future back when times were simple
Would they kiss your cheek or yank the bandage off
Let you speak or take advantage of how
If everyone’s sick, well then nobody can catch it
And if everybody’s different how could anybody match?
And we’re looking through the pockets of the hand-me-downs we laid out
Wondering if we’ll fit into the yesterdays we played out
Everybody knows that, nobody knows that
Everybody’s all up in my god damn business
This isn’t my first kiss, its better to be lost than loved, now, isn’t it?
Baby, could you play along with me?
Baby, would that be alright with you?
And when we find out what’s wrong with me
Could you tell me how I’m right for you?
Baby, could you play along with me?
Baby, would that be alright with you?
And when we find out what’s wrong with me
Could you tell me how, could you tell me how and if I’m still pretty?
Walking bikes home with a scraped-knee sunset smudged across your brow
Warmer tears than you’ve grown used to since then
A toast to the nosebleed seats and the big dream sequence where you’re found
Guilty of your innocence and gently sent right back to bed
Everybody knows that, nobody knows that
Everybody’s all up in my motherfucking business
This isn’t my first anything
This isn’t my first anything
Everybody knows that, nobody knows that
Everybody’s in on everybody’s business
This isn’t my first lyric, I know exactly how I should finish it
Baby, could you play along with me?
Baby, would that be alright with you?
And when we find out what’s wrong with me
Could you tell me how I’m right for you?
Baby, could you play along with me?
Baby, would that be alright with you?
After all of that's been done to me, could you tell me how, could you tell me how, could you tell me
What’s so wrong about what’s wrong with me?
I’m just trying to do what’s right by you
What’s so wrong about what’s wrong with me?
Oh, I’m just trying to do what’s right by you
Baby, could you play along with me?
Baby, would that be alright with you?
After all of that's been done with me
Could you tell me how, could you tell me how
Could you tell me how?
Dang. Missed opportunity to just put all the songs as replies. Much more organized. Oh well. Still took a while to probably post this all, so thanks.
@@swafty5813 that's a much better idea, I appreciate the thanks man!
Chat is having a seizure and I’m like 15 minutes ahead
One of my favorite albums!!!!! Memorized almost all the songs (working on the blackboxwarrior monologue) and I can't wait for the remaster!
When I saw BlackBoxWarrior, I was gonna make a tf2 joke, but then I listen to the song and It's become my favorite song so I legally can't
that moment when youre about to be funny but then you gain too much respect for the thing you were gonna be funny about
Glad to see I'm not the only person who thought of tf2
Love, Me Normally
[Verse 1]
In lipstick on the mirror, are the lyrics to my obituary
In iambic pentameter, followed parameter, crossing my eyes, dot my T's
I was delivered holding scissors, I live deliberately, I’m a quitter
And a winner anyway, cause I never agreed to participate in this game
Won't follow my dreams cause they all got me waking up screaming
I can’t let them go for me, after all there is no “I” in team
[Chorus]
And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya
To be normal in a way I couldn’t be
C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally
[Verse 2]
If I could live in third person, well I don’t think life would be much worse than it is
In the current tense, presently, this sentence ending in question marks or dot dot dot…
Is it courageous or escapist to leave the quarantine when you’re contagious?
It may just be a cold, and besides I don’t wanna get old yeah
I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party
When the afterparty came, I was rolling in my grave
[Chorus]
And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya
To be normal in a way I couldn’t be
C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally
[Bridge 1, Spoken]
Now this is the part of the song where I talk to my audience
I like to tell 'em there's something I want from you hep cats tonight
I want you to look to your left, look to your right, your 12 o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, nine o'clock, rock around the clock tonight
And I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities, those burning rings of fire in the beautiful pupils and the beautiful eyes of the beautiful boy, girl, neither, both, or in-between that you brought with you tonight. And I want you to tell 'em how you really feel
I want you to love the way they so seamlessly, like a dream for me, so beautifully, oh so dutifully jam that square peg in the round hole in their hearts
I want you to tell 'em that you love the way that they don't stick out like sore middle fingers
That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve, stick their flag in the peak, and slide their way back down
I want you to tell them that you love the way that they're not maladaptive, not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them exactly the way that everybody else is
[Bridge 2, Sung]
I was nothing before so I couldn’t have asked to be born
I'll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then?
Is there nothing to fear? Cause shit's getting weird
So to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan
[Chorus]
And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need. No
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya
To be normal in a way I could never be
C’mon, c’mon, yeah, I said c’mon, yeah
C’mon, c’mon, yeah, I said c’mon, yeah
C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally
Nn bzsmiv .
YES YES IT'S BACK UP!! I MISSED THE FULL ALBUM STREAM SO MUCH!! TY WILL OR WHOEVER WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS BEING MADE PUBLIC AGAIN!!
REAL
When I thought Will had reached the best of his songs, there he is with a bunch of incredible new musics. Damn, Will, your talent is awesome.
Memento Mori is so comforting in such a backwards way. It’s not saying that one day you’ll die, so your life doesn’t matter, It’s saying one day your mistakes, your regrets, your worries will all be swept away in this death. Make what you can of your life, but death comes all the same no matter what you do, so whatever life you lived was good enough so long as you saw it through. It is saying you are fine, you are enough, because being perfect doesn’t make death any less permanent.
It's time to feel that strange and awesome sensation of a new album >:3
Exactly
Laplace's angel
Have you ever died in a nightmare?
Woke up surprised you hadn’t earned your fate?
Have you ever felt like Atlas
Threw your back out on the axis
And collapsed and threw the planet away?
Everyone’s just blood in an ice tray
A vampire picking flowers out in the sun
Run your diagnostic tests, its posited
Nobody dies agnostic
But we still dial 9-1-1
Now we’re singing
Ooh, could you take a look at me?
(It’s the norm for animals. It’s the norm for chemicals.)
Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?
(It’s the norm for particles. Eye for eye for tooth.)
Ooh, whatever you think of me;
(It’s the norm for chemicals. It’s the norm for particles.)
If you were in my shoes
(Yes, it’s only natural.)
You’d walk the same damn miles I do
We’re only tuning to the tone of the bell curve now
Ask not for whom it tolls
But with my head up in the clouds
I can see so much ground
And from up here you look like ants in a row
It doesn’t take a killer to murder
It only takes the reason to kill
We’ve all got evidence of innocence
It’s ‘everything’s coincidence’
The difference twixt fate and free will
Is whether you’re singing
Ooh, could you take a look at me?
(It’s the norm for animals. It’s the norm for chemicals.)
Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?
(It’s the norm for particles. I for I. For tooth.)
Ooh, whatever you think of me;
(It’s the norm for chemicals. It’s the norm for particles.)
If you were in my shoes
(Yes, it’s only natural.)
You’d walk the same damn miles I do
So if you wash your hands of where you’ve been until you flood the second floor
Neatly fold your skeletons but still can’t shut the closet door
The only ones in need of love are those who don’t receive enough
So evil ones should get a little more
You! could you take a look at me?
(You could break an angel’s fall, and ignore the Devil’s call.)
Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?
(Still forsaken shoulders fall silent now.)
Now we're singing
Ooh, whatever you think of me;
(It’s no more than cultural. You and me inseparable.)
If the shoe fits would you walk that mile?
(It’s a small hell after all.)
You could put it on the other foot, it’s the same size
You, could you take a look at me?
(Man no more than animal is made of moral chemicals,)
Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?
(Any form mechanical, thank you God.)
Ooh, whatever you think of me;
(From the hordes of cannibals, to psych wards of hospitals:)
If you were in my shoes
(It’s a small world after all.)
You’d see I wear the same size as you
me: "you cant possibly like will wood so much that you know ALL of the songs and lyrics in this album"
also me: *singing along to all of the songs*
You dropped this: 👑
Even Black Box Warrior? My man, that takes SKILL
"if you love me, let me let you go my love" is such a good line
it works so smooth with how most of the words in the sentence are used twice
I’ve never vibed so hard with an album before
same espacialy with love me normaly
This album is as Normal as Regular Show is Regular
Underrated comment
reposting timestamps for myself because youtube doesnt want to load it
0:00 Suburbia Overture
6:16 2econd 2ight 2eer
9:42 Laplace's Angel
13:44 I/Me/Myself
18:36 ...well, better than the alternative
22:51 Outliars & Hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples
27:03 Black Box Warrior
31:58 Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave
37:17 Love, Me Normally
43:02 Memento Mori
I don't know how to explain this take but this is Oingo Boingo for people who like MCR
THIS IS HANDS DOWN THE BEST THING TO HAPPEN THIS YEAR SO FAR NO COMPETITION
Thank you to literally everyone who managed to bring this hell of an album together. Holy shit, one listen in and I am already blown away at how good it is! You can feel the improvement and change the group had gone through, and how it all comes together in these fantastic songs! Hearing the singles that were released before brought on to this album also brings a huge smile on my face. Thank you, Will Wood. Though I can not afford it at this time, I will be sure to get a physical copy of the album ASAP!
Its a good thing I had this bookmarked
same lol
A bunch of his other music is gone now too, so something weird’s happening for sure
who up normaling they album
✋
uh oh, what happened to the tapeworms?
I was wondering that too I just noticed it
Good riddance. They were parasites. Sorry, have a good day.
He consumed them
Parts of this album I’d die for
1:47
3:51
5:30
7:01
12:37
14:40
17:05
17:40
18:03
21:36
23:53
30:33
32:40
33:29
34:40
34:45
35:40
35:52
38:10
38:26
41:02
44:14
44:45
guys this is such a normal album I totally did NOT sob over half of these songs nope not at all
Lies! Impossible.
I've been to thousands of shows in my life, large and some teeny tiny crowds alike. Never have I seen musicianship like I saw when I Saw Will Wood play with a few Tapeworms. He does NOT disappoint! It was so very worth it. If you ever get a chance, go see them live! Amazeballs and full of serious energy!! And the sound is perfect! Love
an album to do weird hand movements to at 3 am
That's legit what I'm doing right now-
I discovered Will Wood 6 days ago and i can't stop listening to his songs, each and every one of his songs are pure masterpieces
And know that i discovered him nearly when he was going to realize a new album, is really fascinating
0:00 Suburbia Overture
2:35 Greetings From Mary Bell Township!
3:00 (Vampire) Culture
5:09 Love Me, Normally
6:16 2econd 2ight 2eer
9:42 Laplace's Angel
13:44 I/Me/Myself
18:36 ...well, better than the alternative
22:51 Outliars & Hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples
27:03 Black Box Warrior
31:58 Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave
37:17 Love, Me Normally
43:02 Memento Mori
Will Wood had a near-death experience and went to hell where he met a demon who decided to stick with him when he went back to the living and this is definitely the soundtrack for this musical comedy
Coming up on 3 years later and this remains THE best album
REAL
Coming 4 years later, still the greatest
Will,
I am a new listener and I have now been listening to this album for two weeks pretty much every day. I listen to it in the morning, when I need some will (hehe) to live, when I want to get drunk, when I do get drunk, and even as I'm going to bed. This is so fucking well-done that I refuse to let go of this music. It fills my heart with joy I thought was impossible for me at this point of my depressive episode.
Thank you and everyone who worked on this album for this bloody masterpiece.
Will I go through and track the leitmotifs and recurring lyrics/themes?
It is a distinct possibility
I did this exact thing for my essay in my English101 class.
I forgot my grade already but I had to listen to Will Wood near nonstop while I wrote the essay (which would take all day), and somehow I'm still not sick of Will Wood, it's just too good
Are you going to share any of your findings?
What greatness have I just found?
You'll figure it out soon enough 😉
@@MichaelTurner856 idk man it's been months and I still cant figure out what exactly will's music is, all I know is I love it
I got the vinyl for this album (10/10 highly recommend) and theres morse code in the second song and idk if it means something its been haunting me for weeks
My therepist: So how are you ?
Me after days of caffeine high and listening to this album: I've never been better
I discovered y'all because someone made a tik tok using "Chemical Overreaction / Compound Fracture" and it kept getting stuck in my head. Had no idea who it was by, or even what the lyrics were. So, I listened to the fifteen seconds until I could kinda gather what they were, then looked you up. I'm really glad I did. I have a hard time listening to albums? I hear a song for the first time and when it's over I have a hard time remember what it sounds like. That isn't the case for a lot of what you've done. You're all brilliant artists / musicians / performers. Excited to add every song on this album to my playlist!!! :)
the one karen we can respect :)
@@pandyy :')
Will Wood is weirdly good at making songs that are super recognizable and easy to listen to over and over again
I'm the kind of person who will listen to a song, until I get sick of it, then jump to a new band, or genre of music
That hasn't happened, yet
Random Dragon
I'm the same way, I even listened to Will Wood for days straight (up to like a week or two) while writing my essay on the album, and yet I'm always coming back to the album.
Will Wood AND Glass Animals released new albums??? Ok, now THIS is epic. Also, “cancellation fee” reminded me to cancel my audible membership. Thanks, Will.
this album makes me want to transform into a lawn flamingo
this album in a single word would be: what
this album in a single sentence would be: What in the sweet ever-loving fuck was this dulcet-toned disc of gold that has graced my ears tonight?
This album is amazing to do homework to!!
Great study album lol XD
3:35 love how he's singing the wrong answer sfx for some reason
Dancing to Will Wood is unavoidable
You either kind of embarrass yourself in public by tapping your toes suspiciously to the beat
Or your soul leaves your body and the surrounding world becomes incomprehensibly empty and crushing at the same time, and you experience a sense of peace and anguish and grief and wonder.
External stimuli is temporary.
William Woodiam is forever.
Or is that just me?
That me fr fr
THIS IS KE FR I WAS LIKE BALLROOM DANCING TO VAMPIRE CULTURE AND THEN MY MUM CAME IN LOL
Love me normally is so incredibly raw and desperate, it hits me like a truck every time I listen to it
This is a certified normal album moment
poggers
Grass
Poggtonium piss
@@nrggvrn5576 weeb
@@rektifyr... bed
Am i pog? Am i pog? Am i pog? Am i really that pog?
Will wood would fit in, in Night Vale
Totally
OMG Its Back My Favorite Album !
Chat was ape mode the entire time,,, HOWEVER!! i gotta say this is probably one of my favorite albums I've ever listened to ever???? Good job yo
aggressively bleeding out of my nose and sleep deprived now almost 2 days in and i think im close to the vibe im supposed to have while listening
underrated comment
Well I sure love listening to perfectly normal human music. Especially after getting home to my loving house from a long days work at the burger mines.
This is really weird but will wood and tally hall made me like music. I straight up didn't listen to music until i started listening to them
x2
TallyHall gave me inspiration to start playing ukulele, Will Wood gave me the confidence to experiment with my songwriting more ❤
Same
Will's piano skills are incredible and unparalleled.
Been going back and forth on whether to comment on this or not since when I listened to this whole album somewhere around 100 times in one week, but this album continues to be desperately important to my attempts to grip reality despite everything at the moment making it like trying to manhandle a soggy lamprey, so here goes my half-an-essay attempt to concisely explain what this album has been doing squatting in my brain and occasionally distracting me from Very Important Essays for a few months now.
I'm not too good at musical terminology, but I am an English Major, so I've been trained to overanalyze the shit out of everything, music included. As a result of my chronic inability to not plumb the depths of any writing for subtext, I just want to say how much I absolutely adore this lyricism, because it has such a unique variety of references, quirky turns of phrases, and tongue-in-cheek writing that makes this album really hit like nothing else. I'm not sure to what extent this was intended to be a full-on deconstruction of suburban (white) culture, but the lengths to which this whole album goes about doing so is what partially motivated me to listen to this album wholesale so many times that the music is ingrained into my brain (even if I am still struggling to just baseline understand certain parts without the help of lyric sites lol--- processing issues are a pain). Part of that depth is on display in how each individual track's video is full of comments from other people from all kinds of disciplines that can point to something and go "look! That's a reference to this!" which is... *wow.* Art as a whole has this wonderful power to evoke empathy in others (more generically speaking, a connection), and that's on full display with the complexity of this album (especially to me in terms of writing).
As I said, I'm not good at music terminology, but there's also just something that feels complete about this album. I'm a relatively new listener to Will Wood and the Tapeworms, having only discovered the rest of SELF-ISH in like, idk, March? April? I'd listened to a few tracks from it isolated from the whole, but WWATT's music really demonstrates well the concept of an album as a whole piece of art to be consumed as that whole. Both SELF-ISH and this album have such a wonderful complexity both in lyrics and musicality, with motifs that recall other motifs and gain new context that influences their original iterations and a conversation in the lyrics among different songs about various concepts (again, like I said before, lyrical complexity; this includes the presence of those motifs, changes of the lyrics sung with them, and even the absence completely of lyrics presented). While I lack the language to explain what it does on a super duper technical level, I can at least say this music *completely* obliterates my bones and makes me mentally clip out of bounds like I'm Bethesdaing every time I listen to as whole products.
Thank you very much for the delicious music!
I'm sorry but wtf bro its so long
@@SHRIIMPSUCKS Hey, this is the *truncated* version of the essay I wanted to write! Looks like YT cropped my warning that this was a mini essay behind the "read more," lol.
@@SoniKool1234 thats one long essay jesus
@@SHRIIMPSUCKS That's what happens when an entire album lives rent free in an English Major's head lmao!
hmm. tumblr
POG
Every time i hear a Will Wood song i have to go and listen to all albums because it will plague my mind preventing all thought otherwise.
If this is the normal album I can't imagine how the other albums are like
They are Strange my friend
@@sleepyleaf6024 oh my, also I have been really enjoying it so far
really glad he brought this back
The album cover man is living a better life than me, like, imagine going outside, aha, hahahaaa,, aha...
help. i haven't seen the sun in months and all my friends left m-
here in france we can finally go outside. this dude might be french and he's living la belle vie
"Ah yes, sunlight. The yellow thing from the other yellow thing out there"